The person was completely shrouded in a black robe, wearing a bronze mask, revealing only a pair of eyes as cold as knives.
"Stop!" Jiang Wangchuan shouted sharply, flashing forward to intercept.
"Get lost!"
The black-robed figure coldly commanded, a terrifying pressure sweeping out like a tsunami.
Jiang Wangchuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, retreating several steps before steadying himself, his face full of horror.
The others who instinctively wanted to step forward to intercept were also forced back by this pressure, each showing shock on their faces.
"It's you!" In an instant, Jiang Wangchuan realized who this person was, as there was absolutely no one like this hidden yet powerful person within the Thirteen Sects.
He shouted angrily, unable to restrain himself any longer, flipping his right hand to summon a long sword, entirely crimson, appearing out of thin air.
